facetiming ohyul after work and he picks up fresh out the shower, hair wet, skin still glistening, looking at me like i’m the only thing that matters while i ramble about my day. he keeps saying “mhm” and “tell me more baby” in that low voice… but i can clearly hear the wet, rhythmic strokes of his hand sliding up and down his cock.

he’s not even trying to hide it anymore. every time i pause, he strokes faster. i can see his arm moving, his chest rising quicker, breath getting heavier, but he still wants me to keep talking. so i do. i tell him every little detail, voice sweet and soft, while he jerks off like a perv to the sound of me.

the first week of your internship was messing up with your brain so much it was lowkey affecting your relationship with ohyul. since you started, he’d been sweetly picking you up every night after work. the only real time you two could see each other properly. you guys used to bump into each other around campus halls, but now it was just these late-night drives. you were lazily tidying up your desk when the flashbacks suddenly hit you the way you and ohyul were touching each other, your legs locked around his hips… so close to finally doing it but his self-control always held him back so well to not get carried away, no matter how aroused you got, he would stop right before things went too far. it always left you going to work the next day frustrated.

maybe tonight you just need him to do it right.

the second you stepped out of the building, you saw his car waiting on the side of the road. you slid into the passenger seat.

“you look a bit more tired than usual,” he said softly, reaching over to caress your cheek and fix the stray strands of your hair.

“lowkey.. yeah,” you answered, adjusting the seat so you could get more comfortable.

the road was quiet. your eyes felt heavy, but you could still feel ohyul taking glances at you every few seconds. one part of you felt bad because you barely had time together lately, and when you did, it was wrapped in silence because you were too drained to do anything but sit in comfortable silence. his hand eventually brushed your cheek again, gently waking you, “don’t fall asleep on me yet..” you tried, but the next time your eyes opened, you were already parked in the basement of your apartment building.

you had fallen asleep. damn, can this make me feel any worse?

still half-asleep, you lazily adjusted the seat and turned to him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a clingy hug.

“please spend the night… pleaseee.”

ohyul let out a soft laugh, patting your head before pressing a kiss there. “you know i can’t, baby. got an early schedule tomorrow at 4 a.m… rain check?”

you sighed loudly, clinging to him tighter, before hiding your face in his neck, breathing him in. he smelled so fucking good, as usual. without thinking, you started kissing his neck softly. ohyul didn’t refuse. his wandering hand found your waist across the seat, pulling you closer until he reached your neck and jawline. then he gently pulled your face away from his neck so he could look at you. the needy look in your eyes made him curse under his breath.

“fuck.”

😁 i feel like ohyul gets terrifyingly quiet when he’s rough..

no teasing. no cocky little comments. just heavy breathing and that dark, unblinking stare locked on your face the entire time.

he would folds you in half, pressing your knees to your chest, and fucks you with deep, punishing strokes. his eyes never leave yours! intense, almost feral, watching every tear, every moan, every time your mouth falls open in a silent cry. the eye contact feels more intimate than the way he’s splitting you open.

his jaw stays clenched, sweat dripping from his hair onto your skin as he rails you harder. your pussy squelches obscenely around his cock with every brutal thrust, but he doesn’t say a single word. he just stares. like he’s memorizing exactly how you break for him.

every time you try to look away from the overwhelming intensity, his hand grips your jaw firmly and forces your eyes back to his. no words. just that heavy, possessive look that says you’re his to ruin tonight.

always soOoOoo excited whenever you get the chance to ride ohyul..

both of you loved topping each other, the constant push and pull, the way you fought for control. it fed both your egos in the best way. but tonight he was tired, too worn out from the day to do most of the work. so he just leaned back with that lazy smirk and let you take over.

win-win.

you sank down onto him slowly, gasping at the stretch. he filled you so perfectly it made your head spin. ohyul’s hands rested on your hips, thumbs stroking your skin, but he didn’t guide you too much. he was really letting you have this one.

and tonight felt different.

he was so much louder than usual. soft moans slipped from his lips the moment you started moving, little whimpers when you rolled your hips just right. you couldn’t stop staring at his face. his cheeks were flushed, nose adorably pink, pretty mouth parted as he breathed heavily. every now and then he bit down on his lower lip, trying and failing to hold back the sounds.

your eyes locked and it sent a rush through you.

“fuck… baby,” he moaned, voice breathy. his grip on your hips tightened but he still let you set the pace.

you got lost in it. the way he looked under you, the way he sounded—it made you greedy. your movements got faster, bouncing on him harder, completely uncontrolled. the sound of skin slapping filled the room as you rode him like you couldn’t get enough.

ohyul’s thighs started trembling beneath you. his head tipped back for a second before he forced himself to look at you again, eyes hazy with pleasure and amusement.

“look at you,” he breathed out with a soft, wrecked laugh. “so fucking eager tonight…”

you could tell he was close. his cock twitched inside you, his breathing getting uneven, those pretty whimpers coming more frequently. but you had already reached your peak first. pleasure crashed over you hard, making you clench around him as you came with a broken moan.

instead of keeping going to finish him off, you slowed down… then playfully collapsed onto his chest, burying your face in his neck with a breathless giggle. you teased, still clenching around him on purpose.

ohyul let out a frustrated whine, hips twitching up helplessly. his hands squeezed your ass, clearly fighting the urge to flip you over and fuck you properly.

“baby… you’re evil,” he mumbled against your hair, voice shaky and needy. “i was so close…”

and you expect this man to be gentle when he finally gets you under him?

the weather’s been really nice lately,

the sunlight coming through my curtains has been making me feel so comfortable these days, and i’ve been writing a lot because of it. i hope everyone’s doing well and finding some enjoyment in this little community, or even in my writing.

i’m honestly so happy this blog has reached as many people as it has. i love getting to interact with all of you instead of just throwing my writing into the void lol. this account was literally made out of boredom, so i never expected it to receive this much love. thank you, shotties 💕.

i guess seeing this blog grow has made me think about a lot of things lately.

maybe this might sounds naive and i know this blog exists because of fanfiction and all that, but i hope we can still keep things in perspective. enjoy the stories for what they are, but don’t let them become bigger than the artists themselves. at the end of the day, i hope we continue supporting ohyul and the boiz for their music, their work, and who they are as artists.